Sirens wailed closer until the ambulance screeched to a halt outside. Paramedics rushed in, and with the crowd's help, my in-laws were lifted onto stretchers.
Jasmine leaned in close, smirking. "You should be grateful those two old relics know how to play dead. Otherwise—"
I didn't let her finish.
Blinded by fury, I grabbed a wine bottle from the nearest table and smashed it over her head.
Glass shattered. Wine and blood sprayed into the air.
Jasmine clutched her head, screaming as she crumbled to the floor.
"Violet! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Anthony stormed in, eyes widening at the scene.
I pointed at the stretchers. "This bitch caused Mom's heart attack! Dad was so angry he collapsed! Does she deserve to live?!"
Anthony froze. For a split second, his gaze flickered toward his parents.
"Tony... darling..." Jasmine's weak, tearful voice pulled him back. She reached out with a blood-slicked hand, grasping his pant leg. "Violet refused to pay... she hit me... Those two were pretending to be sick to escape the check..."
The security guards chimed in like a rehearsed choir. "Yes! Mr. Sanchez, don't be fooled!"